(Reese)
Kane brought me back to the compound at just after four.
The studio had been exactly what I needed. Six hours of decisions that had clean answers, problems that could be solved with the right phone call or the right adjustment, work that responded to effort the way work was supposed to. By the time we pulled through the compound gates I felt like a version of myself that could handle whatever the evening had in it.
That feeling lasted until I saw Noah's face.
He was in the main room when I came through the door. He looked up when I walked in and something passed across his expression that he covered quickly. Not fast enough.
I knew that look.
I'd been on the receiving end of it enough times to recognize it on sight. It was the look he had when he knew something and was decidi
